Netsky – We Can Only Live Today (Puppy) (Feat Billie) – Camo & Krooked Remix

This makes me feel warm and tingly.

A couple of local Cape Town skaters – Calvin Davey, Sean Ross and film maker David East got together recently and shot a really slick skate video. They used the new track from Netsky – We Can Only Live Today as their soundtrack.

Netskys people saw the video and made it the official music video. You guys make me so damn proud.

Filmed and Edited by David East.

Longboarding by Calvin Davey, Sean Ross. Filmed in Cape Town, SA.

Keep the streets alive. Aweh.


Electric Mountain /// Christian Tiger School


I present you the genius of Christian Tiger School. This is partially to do with me having to redeem myself after posting that kak Die Antwoord video. Bliksem, ek’s fokken jammer. It was an embarrassment to you, me and everyone associated with Under the Culture.

There is so much artistic brilliance bubbling out of Cape Town, and Christian Tiger School is one of those bubbles that is yet to pop. They’re without doubt some of the most unique and cutting edge audio acrobats in the Mother City.

Christian Tiger School are the psychedelic/dream hip-hop duo from Cape Town comprising of Luc Veermeer and Sebastian Zanasi.

Their soulful music meanders through filtered psychedelic synths to airy and playful melodies.


Download their debut album “Third Floor” here:


 Christian Tiger School

We Are Connected.

We’ve all heard the terminology: We are all one. We are all connected. We’ve heard it so often that we take it for granted as to the extent of our connection. During our daily meanderings, we over look the subtle flow of energy between us. When we raise our awareness a notch or two, we start to notice that we exist because of each other, and that every single thought and movement spreads into the world, bouncing and morphing between us and through us creating the “quantum soup” that we call life on earth.

The urge to write this arrived today, during my post Rocking the Daisies wave of synchronicity, while observing myself in my interactions with my friends. However, the seed was planted on Saturday night. Time: 11:42 pm. GPS Cordinates: -33.47’ N 18.52’’ W, or more commonly known as the Red Bull Electro Stage. Jamming to symphonic beats. Synched. Morphed together like a forest of waving branches in a hurricane of orgasmic beats.

The DJ’s: Twelv & Thesis. Lined up across four turntables. They looked like astronauts taking the helm of a spaceship. Videos projections. Surveilance footage cascading into 8-bit heaven. Futuristic. Conceptual. Poignant. The visuals mingle with the experimental beats. We’re teleported into the year 2078.

 I look around me. All eyes are up, looking into each other. We’re sensing each others rhythm. We’re locked into one dance. Our bodies melt. Our personal space is obliterated in a surge of serotonin and sweat. We see each other. Bodies liquefy into a river without a beginning or an end. Souls weaving. A vortex. Warping. Merging. Colliding. Fusing together in a cosmic stomping ground.  Time travelling. Gathering the past. Stirring it into the present.

We move because of the music. The music moves because of us.

I reach my apex. The beat moves on.

Time: 02:16 am.

Place: Somewhere between Red Bull and Main Stage.

Our bodies still swaying in a translucent symphony of sex and symmetry. A giant beach ball. Bouncing down the slope. Grown men and women chasing and kicking and diving and recovering the inner child. Laughter. Tomfoolery.

We skip another 25 metres and the sound of Block Parties’ This Modern Love takes over. The sound reverberating through the earth and up our legs and into our chests. The beat goes on. Weaving in and out of each other. Daisies blossoming from under our shoes.

The hinges of society completely and utterly ripped apart. Everyone is open. Laid bare. Huston, we have lift off.

Rocking the Daisies proved to be the ultimate microcosm of the potential for life on earth. A world where boundaries don’t exist. A world where we are free to be ourselves. A world that is already here. And we made it.

Enter the Age of Networked Intelligence.

Clevedon Road, Muizenberg. 

When I lived in Clevedon Road, Muizenberg, I walked past this everyday on my way work. I was conflicted at the time – my intuition was telling me to start a career in advertising, yet the world around me was shattered and I saw advertising at the very heart of the fragmented society I was living in.

Luckily, we have finally become immune to traditional advertising. We are no longer the puppets of mass media. The digital world has already merged with the physical world. We are the Internet. We are it. We are the storytellers. We decide which brands live, and which brands die. We are the brands. We are the Indigo children. We are the economy. We are the government. We are nature. We are the society. We are the instigators. We are the media.

Of course, our work does not start and end with the Internet.

We are also acutely aware of how every single time we leave our front door that we’re creating the world we live in. We know that every single breath is an opportunity to elevate our consciousness, and the consciousness of those around us.

We have created a world in which we communicate online and in the “real world” simultaneously. The lines between “the real world” and the digital world have merged.

Never before in our history have we had so much power to affect change. Never before have we been able to mobilize, connect and collaborate with so many tribes around the globe. Never before have we had immediate access to so much information. Never before have we had the ability to connect with the entire world simultaneously.

I am forever indebted to the artist who made this. Your message eventually hit home.

I am indebted to the planet and everyone who has been a part of my journey. I have a responsibility to use my creativity and the media to its full potential.

I am enormously privileged to be in the position that I’m in. I’m busy finishing off my portfolio at The Red and Yellow School of Advertising. I feel honoured to have worked with some of the brightest minds in the country and to have made friends who have the same goal in mind: To harness the power of the media and use it to change the world.

I have yet to meet the artist who created this. I hope you’re out there, right now, reading this. You were right. I AM the media. YOU are the media. WE are the media.

CAPE TOWN DRUG “culture”.

Cape Town is the drug portal of Africa. Drugs are inseparable from Cape Towns’ music, fashion, art and pop culture – just like every other country. Drugs have played just as much of a role in shaping our society as the government and the media.

This is not about how bad drugs are, or even how drugs have benefitted society. I’m not even going to attempt to take some sort of middle road, because when it comes to drugs – that middle road does not exist.

I’m a generation Xer. An 80’s child. When I was 16 I used to dance in my room to Derrick the Bandit on 5fm. I lived two minutes from the Three Arts Theatre in Plumstead. I used to check ous kapping fat jols. I checked them smoking cigarettes outside; jamming to the beats banging in their boots. They smiled like cartoon characters in their neon outfits. I decided then and there that this was for me. I wanted to feel like that.

I felt that love. That 90’s plastic love.

I grew up on raves and ecstasy. Glow sticks and tiger balm. Bouncy, sweaty bodies. PLUR. Grinning. Rubbing skin. Free massages. Casual sex. Rubbing our sweat against each other and dropping the bass. Cities of Angels. Underground basements. Tidy Trax. Rothmans Special Mild. Cosmic Gate. Skydiving synapses. White gloves. White doves. Exploration of Space. Seratonin surges. NASA neurology. Dopamine diaries. Juked up joyrides. Speeding tickets. Candy floss gums. Bikinis in winter. Dialated disco dreams. Paranoid Sunrises.

Yellow Tweeties, Red Smileys, Yellow Smileys, Mitsubishis, Supersports, 007’s, Rolexes, VW’s, Green Pumas, Armani’s, Mercedes Benz, Blue Nikes, Pokemons, Blue Diamonds, T-Rexes, White Diamonds, Pink Angels. They were experimental tickets each offering their own brand of ride.

Neon has made its conspicuous comeback last season; it was short lived but there is evidence of the euphoric recall of a period in space and time where we temporarily found what we were looking for. We dealt with the comedowns and the inevitable sunrises and the looming Monday mornings. Some of us moved onto harder drugs. Some of us were even lucky enough to find a seat in mainstream society.

I did my research (while under the influence of lemonade) and what follows is my dissertation of the progression of Cape Towns’ drug “culture”.

Happy hardcore has made way for psy trance. Hard house has glitched into tech. Uplifting trance has spiraled into the darker realms of the psychedelic with labels like MMD (Mind Manipulation Device) taking the reins. The atmosphere at trance parties is dictated by the music and by the brand of drugs.

Todays’ audience craves harder-edged vibrations and parties have evolved into an express train of beats bordering on 165b/pm. The speed of the music is mirroring the speed of the world and the drugs are fueling the space ship into overdrive.

LSD and Mushrooms have always been the driving force behind the psychedelic beats and they are dropped like candy at trance parties all summer long. Ecstasy has been replaced by MDMA which is the drug of choice among 70% of todays “recreational” drug users. Cocaine is still socially acceptable. Tik and heroin fall into an entirely different category, despite the blurred boundaries people would never admit to using them, unless you’re a full blown junkie of course in which case you just don’t give a fuck.

Drugs are sold by the clubs themselves – they always have been and they always will be. However, there has been a shift in the past few years: Gangs like the Americans and Hard Livings have loosened their grip on controlling all of Cape Towns’ clubs in order to focus on other things.

Drugs are sold by kids trying to put themselves through college. Drugs are sold by mothers on their way back from the school run. You can bank over 5 grand in 3 hours without even trying by pushing MDMA in Cape Town clubs. Nothing’s changed. The drug scene is the same as it always has been. The only difference is that you don’t need to meet manky Nigerians down dingy streets anymore.

When the sun rises at a trance party the ground is littered with little plastic bags. College kids still end up in prison being fucked up the arse by 28’s. We all know that drugs are only a symptom of an unbalanced society and that the eternal search for bliss always leads to sleep deprivation and all the other shite that goes along with jamming yourself full of chemicals.

There is very little else to say about drug culture. It hasn’t changed since the 60’s. I’m done. Over and out. Fuck drug culture. There is no culture in drugs.